Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Family

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Growing up in a family that did not communicate that much, I was not very close with my mother of father. My mom and I did tend to talk more but not about personal things in our life. Me and my dad however always fought. I have a few good memories with him (he loved teaching me how to make home made biscuits.) which I always enjoyed on those rare occasions he was in a good mood. But, 90% of the time we were fighting.
From the survey I came to the conclusion that I never want to have this type of relationship with my child. I always longed for a “normal” relationship. As my child grows up I will make sure he knows that parents should be people you are able to go to for anything at all without fear. Some nights I would stay outside, or at a

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